Page 57 of Royal Deception

Usually, the command would soothe me, grounding me in the control I crave. But tonight, hearing him order me to stay while he chats up his new favorite lady? It grates in a way I can’t explain.

I tilt my chin up, glaring at him.

“No.” My voice is sharp, cutting through the quiet. “You know what? No. Not tonight.”

Rory stills, his hands pausing mid-motion as he rolls up his sleeves. His expression sharpens. “Excuse me?”

“Fuck you. I don’t have to do what you tell me!” I snarl, pushing to my feet.

His gaze darkens. “You want to act out?” He steps closer, closing the gap between us. “You want to be a brat? Then you’ll be punished like one.”

My pulse pounds. The reckless thing inside me pushes forward before I can stop it—I lean in and spit on him.

A wet glob of saliva lands on his cheek, sliding down to his shoulder.

Silence stretches between us for a beat. Then, in a blur of motion, Rory grabs my wrists, yanking me up. “You want my attention?” His voice is quiet, lethal. “Fine. You’ve got it.”

Before I can protest, he’s dragging me toward the spare room, and something inside me unravels. My heart races, andI can’t tell whether I want to fight him off or surrender completely.

Marching me into the room, he grabs my wrists and clips them on the restraint hanging from the ceiling, then walks over to the closet and pushes it open, dragging something from the corner, something I hadn’t seen before.

My heart lurches in my chest at the sight of the strange item. It resembles a workout bench, but there’s no weights on it. Instead, there’s restraints dangling from the top corners and from just under the bench. My gut churns, wondering what the hell it is, but Rory gets it situated before turning back to face me.

“This is a breeding bench,” he says, his voice so low it’s practically a growl. “I was saving it for a special occasion, but it looks like tonight’s the night.”

He pushes me toward the bench. “Now sit down.”

The intensity in his gaze has me obeying immediately, trembling as I sit gingerly on the edge of the bench.

He comes up behind me and lays me out on the leather surface, dropping my arms between the slats to hook into the arm restraints, then comes to the front to bring each leg up, strapping them to the restraints on each corner.

“You have a nasty little mouth on you,” he says, a sneer on his face.

Before I can even blink, he’s at my side, fitting the ball gag around my head and prying open my mouth to shove it inside. I nearly gag but swallow thickly instead as he caresses my bare ass. Despite the humiliating position, I feel my pussy grow wet under his touch.

“Here.”

Rory shoves something into my hand.

“It’s a golf ball. Drop it if you need me to stop the scene.”

I’m not going to drop it,I think to myself with a bitter laugh.I can handle a little pain.

But then Rory pushes something hard, slick, and round inside me. He pushes it deep, then another, and another. It feels a little uncomfortable, but excitement mounts in my belly, wondering what he’s going to do to me.

“Three Kegel balls,” he announces. “Keep them inside. If you drop them, you won’t get off for a month.”

Kegel balls? Fuck. I can do this. I’ll show him.

Then he holds up a toy so I can see. It’s a clit sucker, red, shaped like lips. My stomach drops. I knew punishments were supposed to be tough, but this is starting to feel likeMission: Impossible.

He presses the silicone toy against my bud, flicking it on before moving it in slow circles.

Fuck. I curl my toes, trying to resist giving in to the pleasure.

“This is such a delightful little toy, don’t you agree?” he asks. My eyes are trained on him, neck straining with the effort of holding my head up. “But the default setting is a little boring. Let’s try the next level up.”

I throw my head back, the restraints holding me in place, leaving me unable to escape the torture as the vibrations increase. The balls shift inside me, and I clench down, trying to keep them from falling out as best I can.